Treetops kitten had her first big fall this weekend; came staggering back in on Monday morning from her bed-in-the-shed (set up during the cold snap) with no appetite and a drooping tail. My guess is it's down to the pigeon.

There's an enormous pigeon flies across the back garden at the moment. It's almost the size of her. A really substantial pigeonbeast. She's obsessed. The smaller birds get a tiny flicker of interest -- just as well as they now include a Blackcap -- please don't bring me anything endangered, little one. The blackbird (now crazed with testosterone and showing off by flying near her) gets a raised head, but show her the pigeon and she boils. She's a particularly bold climber and can get to the top of the trees -- well, fast enough to catch a pigeon's tail.